Oh boy! Chapter 7! I'm having fun with this. Reviews are appreciated more than you know!
"Come on, kid, time for dinner."
I looked down at myself, realizing I was only wearing my bikini. I think this is way more awkward than need be.
"Can I perhaps get a robe or something, so I'm wearing more than a swimsuit?"
They paused. They seemed hesitant. Why would they say no anyway?
"Fine. Columbia…"
"I'll get it." Columbia skipped over to a wardrobe and snatched out a bathrobe.
Oh thank God, I was worried there for a second.
I put on the scratchy bathrobe. It made my skin crawl, but I figured it was better than wearing close to nothing. I tied the sash around the front. Columbia and Magenta were close to gone out the door and I had to run to catch up.
Trailing them closely, making sure not to lose them, I followed, lost in my own thoughts. I thought of my parents who probably wouldn't sleep at all tonight. I thought of that guy with the makeup on that called me by my mom's name. I thought of the strange butler. That made my nose throb. Lastly, I thought of that man in the woman's clothing. What was that he called himself? Transport? Transformer? Transverse? Whatever.
Columbia and Magenta were chatting with each other. Columbia was doing most of the talking, however, and whenever Magenta did talk, Columbia would shriek with laughter for about two seconds then continue with her rant. I didn't listen to anything they said, but once or twice, when Columbia hushed I would hear my name occasionally. I didn't care. They could say what they want, regardless of the outcome or not, I was going to get out of here tomorrow morning.
We finally turned into a dimly lit room with a wooden table in it. I could hardly see the walls, or the floor. I stayed even closer to the two girls; I had developed a small bit of trust in them. Despite the weird things that had happened to me tonight, they had kept me at least slightly sane. Or maybe I had just adopted their brand of insanity.
I walked over to the table, choosing one of the middle seats. I heard the butler clear his throat and I looked up at him. He held out a chair to the left of the head of the table. I supposed that was for me and pushed the chair I picked back under the table and walked over to the one he'd pulled out. I nodded. "Thank you." I just about sat down when Magenta pulled the man (What was his name? Riffraff?) away by the arm. Unfortunately he was still hanging onto my chair and I ended up hitting the ground.
"What's your problem?" I heard Magenta hiss at Riffraff. He muttered something I couldn't understand and Magenta responded with another snarl, pointing to me. "You broke her nose!"
I looked up at them from my place on the floor. Riffraff turned around and Magenta poked out from behind him, turning their gazes toward my direction. I looked in the respective direction, then back at them, finally realizing they were looking at me. My face felt hot, and I think I might have been blushing. They looked back at each other and I heard him start talking.
"Why is she so stupid?"
"Riffraff will you shut up?" I saw Magenta take his hand. "That's not the point."
"Okay, okay. I'll apologize to the little Earth creature."
"Thank you." She pecked him on the cheek. Alright, so they were together. That's fine. I think.
Riffraff approached me. "I'm…" he started. He stopped right after that. I was wondering if he was going to finish. "I apologize for hitting you in the face with the door."
"It's okay?"
He walked off, back to Magenta without another word. I got up and dragged the chair back to my place at the table as discreetly as possible. Sitting down, I wondered what we were having. It didn't matter to me too much, I was so hungry I could eat an entire village and still have room for dessert.
Columbia came and sat down next to me. I looked over and she gave me a friendly smile.
"When is dinner being served?" I asked, my stomach growling.
"Oh I don't know. Soon?"
Soon? That didn't help at all. "Do you know how soon?"
"I'm pretty sure Magenta and Riff are bringing the food out when the master comes down."
"When will… he…sh…he be coming down?"
"He will be down shortly, I think."
Someone behind me cleared his throat. "He has arrived, dear Columbia. And guest."
I jumped and turned around. That weird guy was sitting in his seat at the head of the table. I stared. I know how rude that sounds but you would too if there was some freak-of-nature in woman's drag clothing sitting right next to you. I turned around and saw Magenta and Riffraff had disappeared somewhere. Now it was just me, Columbia, and the bizarre man who's name kept slipping my mind.
"Uh… hi."
"Hello, my dear. And you are?"
"K-Kyara. Kyara Majors."
"Enchante." He nodded his head towards me. Was that French? I wouldn't know, anyway; I take Spanish.
He seemed nice. I have a tendency to be a bit judgmental anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad to stay here overnight. I was worried for nothing.
"Dinner is served." I heard Riffraff say from the other side of the room. Magenta and he set plates of bizarre looking jellies, meats, and other odd food items in front of us, plus three places for themselves.
Wait. Three?
"Enjoy." Magenta and Riff took their places at the table and started eating. Columbia just poked at her food, not eating much. By the way her frame was set, you'd have thought that she doesn't eat anything. I looked at my own plate. It looked like this food was from outer space. Oh yeah. It probably was.
I poked at a jelly with a tarnished fork. It looked like cranberry sauce, like the kind you get at Thanksgiving, although this was deep purple instead of a blood red. I like cranberry sauce well enough, I thought. I'll suck it up and eat it. Peeling a chunk off with my fork, I shoved it into my mouth, choking it down. It tasted like haggis (For those of you who don't know what haggis is: haggis is a sheep's heart, liver and lungs with onions, garlic, salt, oatmeal, and a few other ingredients.). I dropped my fork and coughed. When I looked up (apparently I had made more of a ruckus than I thought I had) the four residents of the mansion were staring at me, appalled. I felt like an idiot.
"I… Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, darling, I understand." The man in drag put a comforting hand on my shoulder and then went back to clearing his plate. After about five minutes of Columbia and I picking at our food, everyone else shoveling it into their mouths, and the plate across from mine gathering dust, he looked up from his dinner.
"Magenta."
"Yes, sir?"
"Where's Rocky?"
"I don't know, master."
"Columbia?"
"Yes Frank?"
"Where's Rocky?"
"I don't know either, sir."
"Riffraff?"
"Frank, I don't know where Rocky is, and I don't know why you'd ask me anyway."
Frank, at least that's what I assumed his name was, went quiet. "Very well," he said after a while. "I suppose he won't be eating dinner tonight then."
Just then, I heard footsteps down the hall. They sounded like they were running at a pretty swift pace. I looked at the door to the hall, expecting someone to burst through it at any second. The door pulsed and along with it came a large thump and the sound of footsteps stopped.
There was a pause. Then finally: "Ouch."
Columbia raised her hand. Then she started waving it around like a third grader that knew the answer to a math problem.
"What is it, Columbia?" hummed Frank.
"I think I found Rocky."
Magenta's head hit the table in desperation. Riffraff sighed and got up to go open the door. I watched as the door creaked open to reveal a muscular man who was taller than Riffraff with messy blonde hair and wearing nothing but a gold pair of bikini bottoms and matching boots. He was rubbing his forehead and he stepped into the room. I noticed he was wearing what looked like glitter and eye makeup.
Oh my God.
I know him, I thought. I had seen him before.
